There is a coffee shop that’s calling my name, and an unmarked-grave-yard that gave me the heebie-jeebies.
There is apple pie in the sunshine with apples from our own tree, and there is the radiant face of a child buried in corn.
I have believed in you ever since I was a little girl, and I am so happy to say with confidence that I am on your Nice list again this year.
You know deep in your bones that what he is thinking or doing or feeling or chasing is going to land him in deep guano sooner or later.
I am relieved to find, in the middle of my grief, that this wound is cleaner because I didn’t insist that he save me out of it.
I found his questions insightful and engaging, which was helpful because I did not get to see them ahead of time.
One night my husband and I got out oversized mugs, whipped up a little cake batter, and baked cake-in-a-mug.
In NW Pennsylvania, March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lion, and does a lot of lion things in between too.
We made a new candy last night, for Easter, and it’s even a somewhat healthy candy. Almost. I found a new recipe offline…
Thank you for showing me what openheartedness looks like, the joy and the tears together. Together is where we thrive.
In the Book of Our Lord 2022, it suddenly occurred to Shari Zook that she had once again been living her life by sheer elbow grease.
Come hungry – there are not only hot drinks, but also some good-looking lunch options. Bring a friend, stay a while.
Apparently, people with burning houses don’t consider the Valentines plans of their first responders. (How dare they?)
It’s hard to fit in the quiet things I love most – time with a friend, hot tea, white space. But I am popping in briefly to say two things.